Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 10:46:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Daddy
Subject: After the Pool
(The following is a work of fiction, based solely on this author's
imagination. If sexual contact between a grown man and a young boy
offends you, then this fantasy isn't for you. As for the rest of you, I
thoroughly support getting carried away in a fantasy, and I hope you
enjoy mine.)
AFTER THE POOL
When Daniel asked me to take him to the pool, I never could have imagined
that a short hour later I would find myself in this position. But I'm
already ahead of myself. Let me start at the beginning...
"Dad! Can we go to the pool!?"
Daniel came running up the yard. My eight year old son, and only child
of a failed marriage. I'd gotten custody of him because his mother
didn't want him. He looks so much like me, I can only guess that it's
because she couldn't tolerate the visual reminder of me. I'm just shy
of 6' tall. I have sandy blonde hair that covers nearly all of my
body. I have a very childish face, though I sport a goatee. Partly
because I've been told I look good with one, and partly because it makes
me look older. My eyes are green and deep set. I've put on a few
pounds since high school, and no longer possess the rock hard body of an
18 year old. I'm still told that I'm handsome, though.
Daniel has my shade of hair, and my build. His features are mine, except
softened a bit by youth and the subtle influence of his mother's good
looks. He also possesses his mother's deep brown eyes. He'd been over
at his friend Connor's house all morning. I heard his yell and went to
the door. Daniel arrived there as I swung the screen door open to let
him in. "Can we go?" he asked breathlessly.
"Of course," I answered. I'd fully expected to take him to the pool
today. it was over 90 degrees out, and the humidity was sweltering.
We'd spent nearly every moment of the last few days at the pool. "Go
get your suit on."
"No, the pool is open now, let's leave now!" Daniel ran off to his
room and grabbed his trunks. He was halfway out the door before I said,
"Okay," and I grabbed my own trunks off the back of the kitchen chair,
where I'd laid them the night before when we'd gotten back from the
pool.
It was a short ride from our house. On a not so humid day, we might have
walked it, but it was too hot to do that today. We arrived and Daniel
took off for the locker room while I signed us in. As I was signing us
in, a van pulled up behind us, and a man and woman got out of the front.
The woman opened up the side door, and nine kids piled out of the van,
all of them wearing identical purple t-shirts, identifying them as
members of the "Prewett Summer League." I had no idea what that was.
Some sort of summer sports camp, I assumed. There were five girls and
four boys, each toting a duffle bag with the same logo on it. The man
and woman were in full lifeguard gear. The man sounded like a drill
sergeant, and I could clearly hear his instructions as I turned and
walked into the locker room.
"You will go into the changing rooms now and get changed for the pool.
You will do this in less than three minutes. Go!"
Daniel was in the corner, pulling off his socks. I went over to him and
chose the locker next to his to put my stuff in. I could hear the
thunder of nine pairs of feet heading for the locker room door. I began
to change into my trunks. I slipped my shirt over my head and threw it
into the locker. I kicked off my sandals and removed my watch. The door
clanged open, and in walked the four boys from the Prewett Summer
League. They were all around 12 years old I guessed, and they were
rambunctious boys. They stormed into the locker room in a hail of loud
voices and boisterous laughter. When they caught sight of me in the
locker room, they lowered their volume immediately, but continued to
snicker and punch each other as they proceeded to change for the pool.
I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and underwear
together and hauled them down. I had just stepped out of them when I
heard the brief scuffle behind me, the short cry that sounded more like a
yelp, the sickening thud, and the long wail of pain. I turned around to
see Daniel sitting naked on the floor with tears streaming down his face,
and a small cut on his forehead. He'd obviously slipped on the wet
floor, and smacked his forehead on the bench on his way down. There was
a large egg forming there. I immediately squatted down and picked him up
to make sure he was okay.
Daniel wrapped his arms around my shoulders, his legs around my waist,
and buried his face into the nape of my neck, sobbing on me. I stood
there, naked, rocking from side to side, whispering soothingly to Daniel
and waiting for his tears to subside. As I was doing this, my eyes
wandered over to the other four boys in the locker room. All of their
eyes were on us, and I suddenly became acutely aware of the fact that I
was naked in front of a group of young boys. Their attention had been
originally drawn by Daniel's cries, but that was no longer what kept
their gaze on us. I realized that they were looking at me. And not just
at me, they were looking at my crotch.
None of them registered that I was looking back at them, and I quickly
averted my eyes so that they would not know that I had seen them
looking. What possessed me next is something that I cannot quite
explain, but I turned my body slightly toward them so that they could get
a better look. I don't know if they'd never seen a grown man's cock,
or what, but I stole glances every few seconds, and though they had gone
back to changing, all of them were still watching me out of the corner of
their eyes.
My body began to react to their stares. I couldn't help it. Thirty two
years old, and I couldn't prevent myself from getting aroused. Just
thinking about those small boys staring unabashed at my hairy naked adult
body. My cock began to slowly inflate. I worried that someone might walk
in, but even if they did, the door opened backward upon the changing
area, so I would have time to turn around and hide myself if I needed
to.
I continued to hold Daniel, but turned my body as much as I could so that
I was completely exposed to the young boys only five feet away from us.
Within about 30 seconds, I had achieved full erection, and my seven
incher stood up proudly, the head of it throbbing slightly up and down
with my quickened pulse. What a sight we must have made. A big naked
hairy man holding onto a small naked hairless boy, my cock so hard that
the tip of it was brushing against Daniel's own bare buttocks. Daniel,
of course, was too upset at the moment to notice this.
The door banged open, and a loud gruff voice roughly called out.
"Wilson, Timbale, Smith and Door! You've had longer than three
minutes. Get on deck now!"
I spun around at the sound, facing back-to the room, but I needn't have
bothered. The man never entered, he merely commanded from outside. The
boy's fascination with my naked adult body broken, they quickly scurried
out the door.
What was that about, I wondered? Why did that turn me on so much? I'd
never imagined myself doing that sort of thing before. It was very odd.
But the coach yelling at the door and the boys leaving had awoken me out
of the moment, and my erection faded almost immediately. We got into our
trunks and went out to the pool.
The boys from the Prewett Summer League were doing laps. Daniel and I
played in the shallow end of the pool. After a few laps, the man who had
been driving the van instructed the boys that they could enjoy free swim
for ten minutes, and he turned and resumed talking with the woman he'd
come with. All four boys came into the shallow end of the pool, and
started playing a game of marco-polo right where Daniel and I were.
It may have been my imagination, but it seemed that the three boys with
their eyes open kept circling me and Daniel, calling out "Polo!" on
their cue, and leading their "Marco!" counterpart directly toward me.
Could this be planned? Twice in the next ten minutes, one of the boys
would go past me in the water, close enough that I could count the
freckles on their noses. One of the times I know I felt a hand brush up
against my crotch under the surface of the water. I swear it lingered
there for a moment, but couldn't be sure whether it had been on
purpose, or an accident, since the boy's eyes were tightly shut. After
about a half an hour Daniel decided he wanted to go home. We got back
into the car and left.
As soon as we got back, Daniel lay down on the couch and turned on
Nickelodeon to watch cartoons. I went into the bedroom to get out of my
wet trunks and change into something dry.
As I'm getting a fresh pair of underwear out of the dresser drawer, I
catch a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror. I look at myself for a
few moments, trying to see myself as those young boys did. I no longer
have the body of an 18 year old. When I was young I was meticulous about
my appearance, and worked out five days a week. But being a single
parent has made me a tad lazy. The days of 32 inch waist jeans are
gone. A slight belly protrudes where once there was a six pack. But it
doesn't look bad. My arms, though still muscular, don't possess their
chiseled look anymore. Too busy, or lazy, to bother with waxing anymore,
my body is nearly completely covered in hair. I realize, sadly, that I
just look like the average Joe.
I look at my crotch in the mirror. My nuts are drawn up, still cold from
wearing the wet swim shorts home. I reach down and massage them a bit,
bringing them back into a hanging position. My cock points down toward
the ground. Circumcised and about 4 inches when soft, the head of it
hangs down lower than my balls. It's quite thick, and even when limp,
it is still an impressive sight.
My mind is drawn back once again to those four boys watching me, watching
my cock get hard. Thinking about this brings my body back to life, and
once again I find my dick inflating.
I toss the underwear back into the dresser drawer and lay down on the
bed, propping my head up on the pillows. I reach down and start rubbing
my cock slowly, coaxing it into it's full upright stance. Within a few
short minutes, I'm hard as a rock again, and I start to crank my shaft
with earnest. Thinking about those boys, and what they would think if
they could see me doing this, I close my eyes and let my imagination
wander.
Just then I hear a small voice say, "Dad?"
I freeze. My hand is halfway down the shaft of my cock, the head
sticking out, hard as a diamond and slightly purple, the piss slit
drooling a thin line of precum. I open my eyes and see Daniel standing
at the foot of the bed. I make no move to cover myself. Looking at him,
I ask, "What?"
"What are you doing?"
I decide that honesty is probably best. "I'm masturbating. It's
something that grown ups do to make themselves feel good."
"What's wrong with your pee pee?"
"Nothing is wrong with it, kiddo. It's just hard." I slowly resume
stroking, tweaking the head of my dick in front of my eight year old
son. "Yours doesn't ever get hard?"
"No."
"Well, it will when you get older. It's a grown up thing, Danny. And
it's also private. You should probably go back in the other room."
But he doesn't move. Daniel continues to stand there and watch me
stroke myself. I keep watching him, as he watches me. Damn, this is
turning me on, and I don't know why.
"Daniel?"
"What?"
"You should probably..."
"Can I watch?" he interrupts, asking me. I'm silent for a minute. I
know I should tell him no, and that I should make him leave the room, but
I'm not thinking right at the moment.
"Okay." I reply. Daniel sits down on the bed, cross legged, at the
level of my crotch so that he can get a good look. I point my cock
toward him and smile. He smiles back. I continue to jerk off, now
having an audience, and turned on beyond anything I'd ever imagined.
I close my eyes again, and work my fist up and down on the shaft of my
cock, milking out all the precum I can. "Can I do it too?" Daniel
asks.
"Sure, kiddo, just do exactly like I'm doing." I assumed he was
asking if he could masturbate with me, but I'm shocked when I feel five
tiny fingers wrap themselves around the head of my own hard cock, and
start moving up and down. My eyes flash open, and I look down to see
Daniel, my little boy, working my cock through his own tiny fingers, that
are barely big enough to fit around my cock.
"Oh shit, Daniel, you're going to make me spurt," I tell him. He
stops immediately, looking worried. "No, no, kiddo, that's a good
thing!" I say quickly, hoping that he'll once again take my dick into
his hands. He does, smiling back at me, and I tell him to stroke me
faster. He does. The kid is a natural meat beater. Either that, or
I'm so turned on by the events of the day that I'm ready to pop anyway.
"Why are you going to spurt, daddy?" he asks. I'm watching him
stroke my fat cock with his tiny hands, and I can barely think or string
two words together.
"When it feels... really good... white stuff... comes out... of your dick,"
I try explaining to him through ragged breaths.
"like pee?" he asks, naively.
"No," I pant. "It comes out... my pee hole... but it isn't... pee..."
"Can I see it?"
"Yeah, Danny, yeah... You'll see it... that feels... really good. Daddy
likes your little hands... on his cock. You're going to make it... spurt
pretty soon. You're going to... make daddy cum!" I'm breathless at
this point, barely seconds away from blasting my baby boy's hands with
my thick white semen.
Daniel smiles. He's happy that he's making me feel good. Still
jerking my cock with one little hand, he runs the fingers of his other
hand through the ample hair around my pubic area, and lower tummy.
"Don't stop!" I exclaim, pleadingly. My hips arch up off the bed, and
I throw my head back. I clench my eyes shut, but immediately open them
again. I want to watch my hot cum spew out and cover my little boy's
hands.
The first blast shoots out, flying up into the air in a thick rope,
swooping end over end before coming back down on my hairy belly. I hear
Daniel let out a soft "wow," and my second blast spurts out, as strong
as the first, this one landing on Daniel's hand that's still rubbing my
pubic hair. He continues to stroke my cock, and I'm writhing under him,
pumping out my juice, spurt after spurt. It starts to pour out of my
cock, running down the shaft and all over Danny's fingers. My jizz
lubricates his hand, and it flies faster and faster over my already
oversensitive cockhead, driving me into a state unknown before. Jet
after jet of white semen pours out of me, as though it's never going to
stop.
Sixty seconds later I'm drained dry, and Danny is still pumping my
slowly deflating cock. Near passing out, I breathlessly say, "stop."
Danny stops moving his hand, but continues to hold onto my cock until it
is completely limp.
"God damned, kid, that was fucking awesome!" Danny just beams at me,
pleased with himself that he's made his daddy feel so good. When Daniel
asked me to take him to the pool, I never could have imagined that a
short hour later I would find myself in this position. But now I find
myself obsessing on the Prewett Summer League, and wondering how I could
contrive to get them to watch Danny jerk my cock for me.
(Comments or questions can be directed to Randy at Dthe32yoBoy@yahoo.com)